all good things die twice a day, Death said with a disattrackting smile
on her face. since errors are sexy we love to sleep alone. flat fire but
its meaning is misunderstood until time goes pregnant. follow the silver
line so we can rech the towers of copper red. fresh circuits for rotting
possibilities. who will sleep in your HiFi tonight? pretty wild between
stormarche and the bass of hell. like androids are fighting a vampire`s
dance, downwards on the spiral causeway. a storm is coming and I want my
head. still, we are caged without reallly knowing to whom all these chains
are running to.

cheers,
Doc. AtmosfearCrush

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